TRANSCRIBED FROM THE BAXTER BULLETIN FEBRUARY 14, 1919 P. 1
Selters, Germany
Dec. 21, 1918.
My Dear Daddy:
I will drop you a line tonight to let you know that I am all O.K. and I have made the war lucky so far.
I have been writing home every two or three weeks since I have been over but guess you haven’t been getting my letters, as I have been unable to hear from anyone from Mountain Home since I left the states.
I spoke of being lucky, I am going to tell you just how lucky I was. I was sent to the front and was only there about ten days when the buglers played cease firing, and that sure sounded good to me. But in the short time that I was there I heard enough shells burst to keep me from being gun shy. And the last morning we had our bayonets fixed and ready to go over the top at 11 o’clock and the buglers played at 10:50. I say that was getting close. And now we have completed a 250 mile hike to the Rhine and so I got all the hiking that was coming to me. But now the big job is over and we can smile—smile—smile and look forward to the great day to come when we can place out feet on the American soil.
Well I will close.
From your son,
Don J. Baker.
NOTES: Don J. Baker is writing to his father. He was born on January 8, 1895 in Mountain Home, Arkansas and died in 1958. He is buried in the Mountain Home Cemetery in Mountain Home. He was described as being of medium height and build with blue eyes and black hair.
TRANSCRIBED BY CAROLYN YANCEY KENT
Selters, Germany
Dec. 21, 1918.
My Dear Daddy:
I will drop you a line tonight to let you know that I am all O.K. and I have made the war lucky so far.
I have been writing home every two or three weeks since I have been over but guess you haven’t been getting my letters, as I have been unable to hear from anyone from Mountain Home since I left the states.
I spoke of being lucky, I am going to tell you just how lucky I was. I was sent to the front and was only there about ten days when the buglers played cease firing, and that sure sounded good to me. But in the short time that I was there I heard enough shells burst to keep me from being gun shy. And the last morning we had our bayonets fixed and ready to go over the top at 11 o’clock and the buglers played at 10:50. I say that was getting close. And now we have completed a 250 mile hike to the Rhine and so I got all the hiking that was coming to me. But now the big job is over and we can smile—smile—smile and look forward to the great day to come when we can place out feet on the American soil.
Well I will close.
From your son,
Don J. Baker.
NOTES: Don J. Baker is writing to his father. He was born on January 8, 1895 in Mountain Home, Arkansas and died in 1958. He is buried in the Mountain Home Cemetery in Mountain Home. He was described as being of medium height and build with blue eyes and black hair.
TRANSCRIBED BY CAROLYN YANCEY KENT